I am remembering today along with the rest of the country.  Still a bit in disbelief that something like that actually happened.  Hearing bits and pieces in the hallways at work.  Not having any idea what was actually going on.  Frantic phone calls from my husband and mom.  I wasn’t in harms way but we were all so scared.  Trying to keep my fourth grade students calm even though they had heard the cafeteria works saying wild things.  Realizing fourth graders “got” what was going on.  I remember going home and sitting in front of the TV with Craig and the rest of the country with our mouths hung open.  Not really believing what we were watching on TV.  I remember having the next two days off and going back to work and facing my students who had seen too much on TV.  Trying to explain that we were safe but how could I be sure.

I wonder how children who were not even alive on 9/11 will learn about that day? When is the right time to tell them?  Do we show them the media coverage?  I know they will see it at some point but a part of me wishes they never would.  Seeing those images changed us.  How will it change my children?